New Orleans 2: Electric Boogaloo - Revision history

Auggy: /* Up until the dead chick... */

2014-01-19T16:13:51Z

Up until the dead chick...

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	We took a walk, and had a nice conversation about things like hurricanes, parents, and my suspicions about Josh the painter and her father. She did admit to having a portrait done of her by Josh, which makes me think Daddy was the one who bankrolled the initial operation lo those many years ago. We spoke more about the path of Technomancy. I gotta get me some of that. And then I spoke some more about things here and there and she asked about my clan, whereupon I admitted yes I'm an Assamite.		We took a walk, and had a nice conversation about things like hurricanes, parents, and my suspicions about Josh the painter and her father. She did admit to having a portrait done of her by Josh, which makes me think Daddy was the one who bankrolled the initial operation lo those many years ago. We spoke more about the path of Technomancy. I gotta get me some of that. And then I spoke some more about things here and there and she asked about my clan, whereupon I admitted yes I'm an Assamite.

	I'd almost forgotten her guard dog. Pulls out a sword, or quite possibly a lightsaber. It was green. I'm pretty sure I sighed. Although given the state of affairs, his reaction was perfectly reasonable. But she's worth more to me undead then she is really really dead. So I had to bite my lip and keep the Gandalf comment behind my teeth. The walk back was noticeably quieter. I was cool with that because well, other shit was on my mind. To wit, His Highness. We went back, marie absconded with the rest of Hogwarts, and I prepped for job 2.		I'd almost forgotten her guard dog. Pulls out a sword, or quite possibly a lightsaber. It was green. I'm pretty sure I sighed. ''Yes, Elminster, it's the biggest one I've ever seen. Really.'' Although given the state of affairs, his reaction was perfectly reasonable. But she's worth more to me undead then she is really really dead. So I had to bite my lip and keep the Gandalf comment behind my teeth. The walk back was noticeably quieter. I was cool with that because well, other shit was on my mind. To wit, His Highness. We went back, marie absconded with the rest of Hogwarts, and I prepped for job 2.

	Off to go find the Prince and do some chattering at him about Katrina. It was amusing before approaching to talk to him, as the other Primogen were talking about the possibility of me making arsonous things on the Giovanni. While I wasn't exactly weeping, that wasn't my thing - though if they want to believe it was me, sure. The other tidbits were about Brenda. Overall, it's kinda fun having Auspex when nobody knows it. The conversation with the Prince, well...he was discouraging, and I admit to being an amatuer. I mean really I could have hinted that I'd drop knowledge in the domes of others, and they would all owe me a bunch of small favors, which could shift the balance of power in the city to something much more to my liking. Like I said, not my first Hindsight screwup of the night. Apparently if the information is verified, and proves useful, he would consider knocking it down a bit.		Off to go find the Prince and do some chattering at him about Katrina. It was amusing before approaching to talk to him, as the other Primogen were talking about the possibility of me making arsonous things on the Giovanni. While I wasn't exactly weeping, that wasn't my thing - though if they want to believe it was me, sure. The other tidbits were about Brenda. Overall, it's kinda fun having Auspex when nobody knows it. The conversation with the Prince, well...he was discouraging, and I admit to being an amatuer. I mean really I could have hinted that I'd drop knowledge in the domes of others, and they would all owe me a bunch of small favors, which could shift the balance of power in the city to something much more to my liking. Like I said, not my first Hindsight screwup of the night. Apparently if the information is verified, and proves useful, he would consider knocking it down a bit.

Auggy: /* Up until the dead chick... */

2014-01-19T08:14:50Z

Up until the dead chick...

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	Then came what was, in hindsight, my first screwup of the night. I handed Hugo off to Manon the Setite for safekeeping. I blame her gold dusted breasteses and the idea that nobody would really cause the Prince grief in his house, at his party. More fool me, but more on that later.		Then came what was, in hindsight, my first screwup of the night. I handed Hugo off to Manon the Setite for safekeeping. I blame her gold dusted breasteses and the idea that nobody would really cause the Prince grief in his house, at his party. More fool me, but more on that later.

	Priority 1: Marie D'Richet. Damn - she's all in a Leia-esque outfit and my inner geekboy started running lines and thinking this was the best night ever. I asked for the favor of a dance, was granted said favor, and did not cut a rug nearly as well as his nibs and Brenda. Seriously, my headspace was not in the dance space, it was more convincing Marie that her Daddy wanted to talk to her, and I would like Tina back before Daddy goes all kinds of psycho. That was easier, and then to item 2 - a walk while I explained to her why it would be a reallllly great idea to get the hell out of New Orleans.		Priority 1: Marie D'Richet. Damn - she's all in a Leia-esque outfit and my inner geekboy started running lines and thinking this was the best night ever. I asked for the favor of a dance, was granted said favor after her snake-eating-itself handcuff was removed (this symbology is important. Must discern origin and use.) I did not cut a rug nearly as well as his nibs and Brenda. Seriously, my headspace was not in the dance space, it was more convincing Marie that her Daddy wanted to talk to her, and I would like Tina back before Daddy goes all kinds of psycho. That was easier, and then to item 2 - a walk while I explained to her why it would be a reallllly great idea to get the hell out of New Orleans.

	We took a walk, and had a nice conversation about things like hurricanes, parents, and my suspicions about Josh the painter and her father. She did admit to having a portrait done of her by Josh, which makes me think Daddy was the one who bankrolled the initial operation lo those many years ago. We spoke more about the path of Technomancy. I gotta get me some of that. And then I spoke some more about things here and there and she asked about my clan, whereupon I admitted yes I'm an Assamite.		We took a walk, and had a nice conversation about things like hurricanes, parents, and my suspicions about Josh the painter and her father. She did admit to having a portrait done of her by Josh, which makes me think Daddy was the one who bankrolled the initial operation lo those many years ago. We spoke more about the path of Technomancy. I gotta get me some of that. And then I spoke some more about things here and there and she asked about my clan, whereupon I admitted yes I'm an Assamite.

	I'd almost forgotten her guard dog. Pulls out a sword, or quite possibly a lightsaber. I'm pretty sure I sighed. Although given the state of affairs, his reaction was perfectly reasonable. But she's worth more to me undead then she is really really dead. So I had to bite my lip and keep the Gandalf comment behind my teeth. The walk back was noticeably quieter. I was cool with that because well, other shit was on my mind. To wit, His Highness. We went back, marie absconded with the rest of Hogwarts, and I prepped for job 2.		I'd almost forgotten her guard dog. Pulls out a sword, or quite possibly a lightsaber. It was green. I'm pretty sure I sighed. Although given the state of affairs, his reaction was perfectly reasonable. But she's worth more to me undead then she is really really dead. So I had to bite my lip and keep the Gandalf comment behind my teeth. The walk back was noticeably quieter. I was cool with that because well, other shit was on my mind. To wit, His Highness. We went back, marie absconded with the rest of Hogwarts, and I prepped for job 2.

	Off to go find the Prince and do some chattering at him about Katrina. It was amusing before approaching to talk to him, as the other Primogen were talking about the possibility of me making arsonous things on the Giovanni. While I wasn't exactly weeping, that wasn't my thing - though if they want to believe it was me, sure. The other tidbits were about Brenda. Overall, it's kinda fun having Auspex when nobody knows it. The conversation with the Prince, well...he was discouraging, and I admit to being an amatuer. I mean really I could have hinted that I'd drop knowledge in the domes of others, and they would all owe me a bunch of small favors, which could shift the balance of power in the city to something much more to my liking. Like I said, not my first Hindsight screwup of the night. Apparently if the information is verified, and proves useful, he would consider knocking it down a bit.		Off to go find the Prince and do some chattering at him about Katrina. It was amusing before approaching to talk to him, as the other Primogen were talking about the possibility of me making arsonous things on the Giovanni. While I wasn't exactly weeping, that wasn't my thing - though if they want to believe it was me, sure. The other tidbits were about Brenda. Overall, it's kinda fun having Auspex when nobody knows it. The conversation with the Prince, well...he was discouraging, and I admit to being an amatuer. I mean really I could have hinted that I'd drop knowledge in the domes of others, and they would all owe me a bunch of small favors, which could shift the balance of power in the city to something much more to my liking. Like I said, not my first Hindsight screwup of the night. Apparently if the information is verified, and proves useful, he would consider knocking it down a bit.

Auggy: /* Up until the dead chick... */

2014-01-19T07:38:31Z

Up until the dead chick...

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	So I go find Hugo. Stoned to the fucking gills on something, with a dead woman curled up on his lap. He was not like this when I left him. And I definitely did not recall a dead woman being a part of the ambiance. Brenda's place? Sure, she's rocking the Undead Crazy Old Cat Lady thing. But here? Not so much. Off to rock with damage control, getting both Hugo and The Dearly Departed Diane Cloutier to the car. And then off to find Brenda, ask her to let the Prince know what was up, and that we needed a nice cover story for the dead lady while I got the body to an appropriate place. I feel I must reiterate this was ''not'' the kind of party where a dead body woulda livened things up in a good way. I should know, I've been to those parties. Stoned Hugo is a pain in the ass to no end, so I rather shamelessly put up the Quietus bubble until such time as my phone rang. Brenda playing secretary, tells me to call our old friend Detective Carter. It is gonna be hard to outlive that fuckwit - that said.		So I go find Hugo. Stoned to the fucking gills on something, with a dead woman curled up on his lap. He was not like this when I left him. And I definitely did not recall a dead woman being a part of the ambiance. Brenda's place? Sure, she's rocking the Undead Crazy Old Cat Lady thing. But here? Not so much. Off to rock with damage control, getting both Hugo and The Dearly Departed Diane Cloutier to the car. And then off to find Brenda, ask her to let the Prince know what was up, and that we needed a nice cover story for the dead lady while I got the body to an appropriate place. I feel I must reiterate this was ''not'' the kind of party where a dead body woulda livened things up in a good way. I should know, I've been to those parties. Stoned Hugo is a pain in the ass to no end, so I rather shamelessly put up the Quietus bubble until such time as my phone rang. Brenda playing secretary, tells me to call our old friend Detective Carter. It is gonna be hard to outlive that fuckwit - that said.
			, oh and the Prince would like to see me as early as possible. Who'dathunkit.

			Detective Carter was nice and professional, creating an appropriate scene, and then we left with our lights off. And then the police were called to report a stolen vehicle, which 10 minutes later went into the river. And hearkening back to the good old days yet again, even though the good old days were pretty crappy. Hugo was starting to sober up a liiiitttle bit, so we went to get something to eat. As a sidebar, Manon is either really old or she gets a kick out of drinking vampiric blood. It's a weakness I can use later on if I catch her ass.

			Hugo drank a lot, and as soon as he was with it, he was losing his goddamn mind. I really do wonder what he was hopped up with. But first things first - get a few more people for him, get a snack for me, and for the love of all things holy get this thing done.

			Once we told our stories of what had happened, we got ourselves a stern talking to. No playing with the snakes. Even the hot ones. ''Especially'' the hot ones. Not even a little bit. I'm expected to "Check In" regularly, like a good dog, so I'll have to write a script to send him a Christmas email. Blah. That'll be ten minutes of my unlife wasted. Hugo, however, has to be the court entertainer for a year. Light punishment, but he's a neonate.

			All the boxes are checked, the plane is gassed up, and next up is a quick stop in New York to pick up Tina and then New Orleans can goddamn well fend for itself for a few years.

Auggy: /* Up until the dead chick... */

2014-01-19T06:53:50Z

Up until the dead chick...

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	== Up until the dead chick... ==		== Up until the dead chick... ==

			...it was a really nice party. But I digress. After Harrahs', we went back to the French Quarter to get a nightcap. Of course, because nothing is ever simple in this town, it quickly because a night of "being nice to the alcohol poisoned lady who was about to get taken to a married mans' hotel room for something she wouldn't like." She yakked in the trash can, I had some blood (I mean, come on, that's why I freaking picked her out in the first place) and got a nice buzz on. And then I had to go and try out my cajun impression to the cajun guy, who was unimpressed.

			Sigh. I'm starting to think this town has something against me. Or I should stop getting so drunk.

			Either way, the next night was the party. Time to make some shit happen. First things first, the young Hugo had to become presentable, so that anything he did would have a little sense of style. That took a couple hours and a visit to a haberdasher, a hair salon, and a place that specialized in masks. Suitably attired, with a nice rental car, we went off to the soiree. On the way, we saw Harrah's Casino burned to the ground. Fairly recently too. I believe we should have an introspective moment of silence for poor Benny Unclefucker.

			Upon arrival, amusement one - the Princes' date was Brenda. Well isn't that ''speeeecccial''. Seriously though, what kinda blackmail does he have of her to get her crammed into that layer cake she was wearing? After that it was meeting people, doing things, and seeing all of the elite of New Orleans in one place was certainly a thing to behold. Weirdly, it wasn't all that bad. And Brenda can tango. I suppose she's got hobbies too. And the tango may be one of the less creepy things I've seen her do with dead bodies.

			Then came what was, in hindsight, my first screwup of the night. I handed Hugo off to Manon the Setite for safekeeping. I blame her gold dusted breasteses and the idea that nobody would really cause the Prince grief in his house, at his party. More fool me, but more on that later.

			Priority 1: Marie D'Richet. Damn - she's all in a Leia-esque outfit and my inner geekboy started running lines and thinking this was the best night ever. I asked for the favor of a dance, was granted said favor, and did not cut a rug nearly as well as his nibs and Brenda. Seriously, my headspace was not in the dance space, it was more convincing Marie that her Daddy wanted to talk to her, and I would like Tina back before Daddy goes all kinds of psycho. That was easier, and then to item 2 - a walk while I explained to her why it would be a reallllly great idea to get the hell out of New Orleans.

			We took a walk, and had a nice conversation about things like hurricanes, parents, and my suspicions about Josh the painter and her father. She did admit to having a portrait done of her by Josh, which makes me think Daddy was the one who bankrolled the initial operation lo those many years ago. We spoke more about the path of Technomancy. I gotta get me some of that. And then I spoke some more about things here and there and she asked about my clan, whereupon I admitted yes I'm an Assamite.

			I'd almost forgotten her guard dog. Pulls out a sword, or quite possibly a lightsaber. I'm pretty sure I sighed. Although given the state of affairs, his reaction was perfectly reasonable. But she's worth more to me undead then she is really really dead. So I had to bite my lip and keep the Gandalf comment behind my teeth. The walk back was noticeably quieter. I was cool with that because well, other shit was on my mind. To wit, His Highness. We went back, marie absconded with the rest of Hogwarts, and I prepped for job 2.

			Off to go find the Prince and do some chattering at him about Katrina. It was amusing before approaching to talk to him, as the other Primogen were talking about the possibility of me making arsonous things on the Giovanni. While I wasn't exactly weeping, that wasn't my thing - though if they want to believe it was me, sure. The other tidbits were about Brenda. Overall, it's kinda fun having Auspex when nobody knows it. The conversation with the Prince, well...he was discouraging, and I admit to being an amatuer. I mean really I could have hinted that I'd drop knowledge in the domes of others, and they would all owe me a bunch of small favors, which could shift the balance of power in the city to something much more to my liking. Like I said, not my first Hindsight screwup of the night. Apparently if the information is verified, and proves useful, he would consider knocking it down a bit.

			I suppose having an Assamite on the payroll is too damn nice not to keep the thumbscrews around. Again, partly my own damn fault. Overall though, we call this a win. A really freakin good win; I'm getting my childe back, I'm getting a measure back from the prince, and some further explorations to Technomancy have been accomplished. Given all the accomplishments of the night, I suppose I should have seen Dame Fortune coming up behind me with the Louisville Slugger after a speech about teamwork, but alas.

			So I go find Hugo. Stoned to the fucking gills on something, with a dead woman curled up on his lap. He was not like this when I left him. And I definitely did not recall a dead woman being a part of the ambiance. Brenda's place? Sure, she's rocking the Undead Crazy Old Cat Lady thing. But here? Not so much. Off to rock with damage control, getting both Hugo and The Dearly Departed Diane Cloutier to the car. And then off to find Brenda, ask her to let the Prince know what was up, and that we needed a nice cover story for the dead lady while I got the body to an appropriate place. I feel I must reiterate this was ''not'' the kind of party where a dead body woulda livened things up in a good way. I should know, I've been to those parties. Stoned Hugo is a pain in the ass to no end, so I rather shamelessly put up the Quietus bubble until such time as my phone rang. Brenda playing secretary, tells me to call our old friend Detective Carter. It is gonna be hard to outlive that fuckwit - that said.

Auggy at 05:08, 19 January 2014

2014-01-19T05:08:41Z

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	The rank smell indicates Nosferatu. The only Nos I've seen are firmly in the Princes' employ. Logical inference being that His Nibs found out about Brenda, and she's his guest for the night. So with that cheerful thought, we're going to have to go to a masquerade ball, make contact with the lady, and then see who makes me a better offer.		The rank smell indicates Nosferatu. The only Nos I've seen are firmly in the Princes' employ. Logical inference being that His Nibs found out about Brenda, and she's his guest for the night. So with that cheerful thought, we're going to have to go to a masquerade ball, make contact with the lady, and then see who makes me a better offer.

			== Up until the dead chick... ==

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2014-01-04T02:09:59Z

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2013-12-10T03:57:48Z

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